Variety of Poems

The Execution

It's the morning after the chaos,

when we realized no one would save us.

The streets were covered with trash and bloodshed,

on the horizon, smoke clouds can be seen ahead.

No one saw this day coming,

the day they came was our ending.

We fooled ourselves that we were the only one's,

the government hid that this had occured once.

Nobody was prepared for the execution,

we were distracted by our technical modernization.

My partner and I survived the first wave,

I don't know for how long will i survive with Dave.

I'm not sure if we are lucky to be alive,

I've seen them torture those that did survive.